Our one-night affair was mutual. No expectations, no exchanging of phone numbers, nothing. The next morning, she sauntered out of my life as fast as she had entered it.

Bea I claimed Dylan McCain as soon as I saw him. His disheveled dark hair and tattooed arms screamed bad boy. Finally, I won, and he claimed me in return.

But in the light of day, he changed. His smile further dented those dreamy dimples. His panicked green eyes held layers of kindness. Making sure the rules were clear, I walked away, showing him how little relationships meant to me.